"Max! Please be in charge in here first. I'm just gonna...yeah. Whatever." you ordered to your female employee struggling to balance a tray with several kinds of beverages. You grab your coffee and began to march your way to the perplexing boy.
Barely not noticing your presence in front of him, you tried to tap his shoulder. It's just then that he stirred from his seat, finally absorbed of the nature behind the loud music he seemed to be dancing with while a drink in his hand. Not to mention, the steaming hot coffee just slop causing for his attention to drew out of the corner.
Both coming into each senses, the two of you grab a napkin, simply precipitating for your hands to graze at each other. Awkward. Letting the man to just grab it himself, you sat awkwardly with your cup of happiness at your hold. Silence vanishing when you started to utter words of the weirdly.
"So...have we met already?" knowing that the lad will not hear you when his headphones are still in touch with his ears. Y/N pabo.
As if he heard your thoughts, he put it down, fast.
"What were you saying again?" he began sipping at his drink with the gadget still up to his neck, uncovering his ears with piercings. Grimacing at the hot sensation the liquid has brought, he still managed to slip off a smile at you.
"I was saying if... y'know. We've met already? By any chance?" repeating some of the words you've said earlier.
"What do you think, Y/N?" wandering if you could punch his face already, you hold back not because you might lose your dignity with the scene your about to make or let alone to damage his beautiful face but rather to not just get your hands dirtied by this man. Yes, you actually care for your little hands the most for your dreams are constructed by it.
Oh, man! C'mon! What's with my name and your mouth?
"Uhh..." shifting at your seat for the nth time already, you're slowly being anxious of how this man's words and actions are going to end up. You're like a mouse trapped in his penetrating gaze.
His hand going down at his right pocket at a leisurely pace, you're about to explode out of dealing with your paranoia. Oblivious as he is, carefully placing a golden rectangular pin at your sight displaying your name on it.
Whoo! I thought he's about to pull a gun! Yeah, I know I'm too exaggerated at times.
"How'd you..?" unable to complete the question, you grasp it tight, shaking the table, jiggling the pancakes and spilling the drinks in the process.
"Say thank you, at least?" he demanded, reminiscing the previous scenario.
Beginning to stride his foot to pick up his headphones and if only his eyes weren't that sharp to notice a golden tag pin on his way, he would've broke it. He picked his beats up as well as the shining pin and held it just to encounter an engraving of a name.
"Y/N?", your name slipping through his mouth triggered something at the back of his mind along with the impact of stinging sensation. He didn't budge. Maybe it's because of the weather constantly changing.
"That's not for me to tell you, clumsy." he teased while cutting his fluffy pancakes, engulfing its sweetness.
"How you dare call me that?!" in your defense, you're actually enjoying a bit of this conversation. You felt close. You felt safe despite of not knowing him wholeheartedly. It's been long enough since you've talked to a guy and thought that you can't talk to 'em anymore. Androphobia, that is.
"Why the piercings tho?" you asked immediately, bothered by that of in his ear. You can't really understand boys especially this guy. Y'know, why bother putting such accessories when you're already gorgeous as this? To look cool? Pfft, ew. I mean, hot, but no.
A new memory was revived for who knows how long it has been sitting there waiting to be popped in its bubble of ecstasy. It came like a passage of cinematic film again of your abandoned self and your mysterious lover from the past that kept on hunting you for years since you turned into a teen.
A man in his late 20s with pristine milky skin. Pure and without a trace of any body piercings and inks but his face is still a story untold. Yet, his figure familiarized by your eyes like you have seen and longed him for ages. The only reason why you can't fall asleep every time you got a chance as you thought of who the unknown is.
"You are worth of the insomnia and sleeplessness, then." a thought slipped right through your mouth, still dazed of the memory passage. He was left baffled and shocked right after you said those words like a piece of paper airplane thrown at space, unknowingly.
"I gotta go already." just after what he said, you pulled his hand and clasped it in yours.
"Are you really sure we haven't met yet?" you spat, still not giving up on your intuitions.
"No." he quickly responded just as fast as he unclasped your ever tightly holding hands.
The swiftest hours, as they flew. He is late again.
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Lumiere {a jjkfanfic}
Fanfiction"I came back for you. I was reincarnated just for you." Dimmed city lights and dark secrets. Abandoned and revived. No one knew such young lady would give birth to an afflicted one. No one knew, either, that this new born would eventually grow up w...
